Monday, December 19, 2016

desolation

Sundays its entirety, the essence of Advent is over: we are in the end time of chill rain under black clouds; no blue dome of firmament, but the flat, dark, sunless predawn of December 19th, Monday before Christmas Day. Haunted by that ominous line in the Proper Preface, “that when he shall come again in power and great triumph to judge the world, we may without shame or fear rejoice to behold his appearing,” how, where, guilty, unrighteous, do I stand? The hymn, Wesley warns me, I ought have listened, and done, and not left undone - -

About Me

Retired Episcopal priest writing and ruminating and musing lightly for self and friends as a therapy for recuperation after successful open heart surgery at Cleveland Clinic on Monday, January 24, 2011.